In the daily tasks of my work I usually have the pleasure of licking at least one envelope a day. If you lick envelopes, you know the joys I speak of. So one can imagine how excited I was to cut my tounge with an envelope while licking it today. Besides the sting of the papercut, I was reminded of an urban myth where a person who gets an envelope papercut ends up with cockroach eggs in their tounge (which were for some reason on the sticky part of the envelope), therefore hosting the eggs until they hatch in the person's mouth. I did a little research and now feel that it's probably just that, a myth. But just to be safe I'm going to drink a lot of alcohol tonight at the Parade of Lights to kill any little buggers that might be growing in my tounge because I licked an envelope with a little too much vigor.

Mickey

Check out Locals Only this Sunday at 9pm on channel 93.3. Alf is going to play one of the songs off of our new disc. 

Hope you guys likey very much!

In other news, don't forget to keep your calendars open on December 11. We're having a party to celebrate our album. We'll have some cool giveaways and drink specials and the like, and it's FREE so if you're 16 or older get yourself on down to Moe's on Broadway and help us party!

Last night, the band minus Mark went to an industry networking party, for lack of a better term. The idea was to talk to and give out a couple of our really cool new press kits to people we want to have physical proof of how cool we are (they are pretty cool, the press kits). Dave and Dan did well at this task. I did not. I was preoccupied with the unlimited beer and a platter of those tortilla wraps that are filled with cream cheese. I remember pointing out to someone that seemed important the fact that I am unable to maintain interesting conversation with people from time to time, this being one of those times. He agreed and told me that he hoped it doesn't translate into my performances. I assured him that it didn't, shoved three tortilla rolls in my mouth and excused myself to refill my beer. I am hopeful that he will see us perform in the future.

However I feel about my nervousness sometimes, at least I'm not these people. I found this photo at akwardfamilyphotos.com

Vices I Admire

Vices I Admire is the epitome of everything man and stone and rock and sex. Lead singer Dave Curtis' tortured yet sonically perfect vocals will collapse your heart, rendering it a crushed pile of heart goo begging for more. Guitarist Mickey Dollar's melodic, powerful licks soar over the ferocious, thundering rhythms of Bassist Dan Battenhouse and Drummer Mark Towne. Vices I Admire is simultaneously the perfect choice for radio play because of their accessibility, yet are completely original and have a sound that has never, and will never, be duplicated. When you have finished listening to their music, you're a changed person, there's no going back to the way you were. Behold: Vices I Admire.

I did a very small amount of research into writing a bio and still have no idea how to do it correctly. But I now know a shit ton of bands have written the bio above about themselves, usually when they very much do not deserve such foolish words. Sometimes I wish we weren't DIY and I could be unable to control how we are represented. Then I could get back to freebasing ajax, yelling at hookers' ankles and betting at cock-fights while the fat cats pump out our promotional material.

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